poems & bullets
August 22, 2006 at 5:36 pm | Posted in poetry | Leave a commentSorry mama, I know you don’t agree
or think I choose
my battles wisely,
but I must confess
to being
the lone gunman
perchered atop your mind,
replacing bullets with poems
bleeding people dry,
so tell me
which television camera
I should point my pen at
to incite a riot
within the system,
because my words
wound souls,
literary erections
just
hang
there
and the wine bottles
clank
and the sun burns
bones
dropping these bombs
in the hopes that
society destroys itself
one denial at a time.
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